Its always been like this.
White, perfect skin, which would always feel cool when hed touch it. Even like porcelain, and looking as lifeless.
Curls that tickled the back of his hand so soft hed be touching him even more careful.
Yeah, the pale boy was his exact opposite. It always had driven him crazy, and it still did.
Back then in Wammys, it had been his goal to force emotion into these lifeless eyes. Because they irritated him.
He surly couldnt stand that sheeply looking boy.
Without any reason, these eyes that stared at everything so sober aroused his loud personality to the max.
So he planned.
Hurting the younger boy wouldve been way to easy, too trite. Taking the easiest way wasnt asked here. It didnt work anyway.
And little by little, he found something that was even sweeter than a Near in pain.
It was Near giving in.
Because Near was good in holding still and waiting until something was over.
Feeling Near stiffen when he touc